Iโm at that weird age where every younger person I meet makes me realize how much l've aged, and every older person I meet makes me realize I'm still a baby.
I was sitting in my car at a gas station one day with my window cracked, not enough to fit your hand in, but enough for this one spider to perfectly lower itself into my car by its web, between my seat & car door and onto the floor. Scurried under my seat. Havent found it since.
No offense, but money would fix every single one of my problems. like literally all of them. I canโt even think of a single problem that money wouldn't actually immediately solve.
i have no desire to be rich so i can buy a rolex or a lamborghini.
i want to be rich so i can control my time and go to the gym at 3pm on a monday.
sit at a cafe and relax for an hour on a rainy afternoon.
so i can cook meals at home with fresh ingredients.
spend on my family and friends without worrying about a budget.
that's my idea of a rich life, not the fake consumerist idea shoved down my throat.
i tend to not text back when iโm not in an ok mood. this could last from hours to days. i donโt care if you see me on social media ...i donโt want conversation.